This series of stories will feature Dick Grayson, the
original Robin, and other superheroes from the DC Universe. They are fully the
property of the DC Comics and are merely being used in a fictional parody. As
the official histories and origins have been written and re-imagined numerous
times, these draw upon a variety of origins and team line-ups.

Dick Grayson was incredible. The boy who was sometimes
called “the world’s greatest acrobat” was a physical and mental marvel. He was
an extraordinary gymnast, naturally brilliant, a whiz with computers, and had
learned martial arts with ease. He was charming and had a clear sense of
morality and justice. His insight, intuition, and physical prowess made him an
ideal sidekick to Batman, but these skills didn’t always come with enough
common sense.

It was 1:31 a.m. Dick had been smart enough to keep an eye
on the GPS noting the location of the Batmobile. Bruce was nowhere near home –
at least 27 minutes if he raced top-speed to the BatCave and the Dark Knight
rarely returned before 4 a.m. anyway. He knew Alfred was sound asleep. The
faithful butler would only awaken if signaled by his master.

Dick should have been asleep hours ago. Tuesdays were a
night he was supposed to focus on his schoolwork, exercises, and get a full
night’s sleep. Although the cheery teen was known for following orders, the
pull of a free night was too much for him. Tuesdays were the rare night Dick
had free use of the Batcomputer. Owning the fastest, most powerful “home”
computer with gigantic screens and every extra one could imagine was too
tempting to ignore. He couldn’t show it off to anyone at school, so he had to
enjoy it himself.

Despite his general good nature, it had been a lonely life
for the 14-year-old. For his first 8 years, he was a circus performer. His
parents were obsessed with the act and training. The others in the traveling
troupe were friendly, but he lacked regular opportunities with kids his age.
Orphaned at the hands of “Boss” Anthony Zucco, for six years he had been part
of a very different, but equally obsessed family. Bruce Wayne was moody and
distant. Cheery in public, but silent in private. The mansion was removed from
the rest of town and outside of school, he was forbidden to socialize with
anyone or invite anyone over to Wayne Manor. This made him appear snobby and
distant despite his charm, good looks, and good nature.

With no real friends, no social outlets, and only the sheer
satisfaction of kicking the crap out of adult maniacs terrorizing his city,
Dick looked to the computer for some solace. Online gaming let him ‘socialize’
with others as he became a soldier, a knight, a toon, a cowboy, and more, and to
chat openly under various pseudonyms. But lately, Dick had been focused more on
his…well, his namesake.

Dick hated his nickname. Ricky or Rick would have been
better, but his mom had called him Dick and he couldn’t change it now. Although
he was mid-way through his 14th year, Dick had only begun to fully hit puberty.
He had a beautiful full jet-black head of hair with a seeming blue tint to it,
smooth supple hairless skin, and a perfectly formed body from head to toe. He
was also still only 5’3”. He wasn’t sure he’d grow much more than that – his
father had only been 5’4”. Bruce was a little concerned. At 6’2”, he hoped for
a partner that was a little more physically intimidating – and one that could
one day inherit the batsuit without the world knowing of the change.

Since puberty had come, Dick had found that his dick and
masturbation had become a second career. He jacked off four or five times a day
- minimum. He had been doing it while on patrol too although he had yet to be
caught there. Back at the Manor, Alfred knew all too well about his “hobby” –
stained sheets don’t lie. Master Bruce had done his share of wanking once upon
a time too, Dick was sure. Dick was a little uncomfortable as he thought the old
gay butler – Dick was positive he was gay – was getting his thrills cleaning up
“the younger master’s” residuals.

For a few months, Dick had been using his own laptop
to download porn, but with Bruce out on Tuesday, he had turned to the gigantic
Batcomputers for their power, sound, faster speed, and oversized screens. With
his own credit card and a healthy allowance, Dick didn’t waste time “hunting” for
porn, but would sign up for just about any interesting-looking site he
discovered.

He had been at it for over an hour, but was growing bored.
Dick looked for sites with younger women with names like HotCollegeSluts or BarelyLegal
or something like that. But they always proved disappointing. He resisted
anything illegal or overseas and he hit more links as he mindlessly surfed to
another site. His stroking had grown more intense. This would be he second cum
of the night. He was often up for a minimum three before feeling satisfied.
After approving the credit card fees, he clicked on a video called “best
blowjob” and then stopped short. The young man being blown was lightly tattooed
and around 21. In front of him, holding his erect member was another smooth
skinned 20-year-old. The boy on his knees was working the hard cock eagerly
eliciting groans of appreciation from his partner. Dick looked up and saw the
URL was HotCollegeDormSex. A few clicks revealed this was exclusively a gay
site.

Bruce had made some harsh comments about gays and the perception
that Batman might be gay simply because he wore a flamboyant outfit. He had
heard him mutter, “No one ever says Superman is gay,” a few times. But Dick
grew up in the circus where everything goes. So without pausing for moralizing
or self-analysis, he began to explore the previously ignored world of gay porn.
Unlike the straight sites, where the male partner was often in his 30s, 40s, or
more, one could find many exclusively all gay young men – twink – sites. He had
stopped stroking himself actively, his hands busy approving card charges,
bookmarking items, and exploring links. He had never looked at gay sites before
and they were all new ideas to him.

At selfserve.com, Dick discovered something else new. The
featured boy was sitting in a chair completely naked. He leaned forward and
brought his lips to the head of his erect cock. It took several tries, but he
eventually was engulfing his own cockhead eagerly. The scene then shifted to
the boy lying on the floor and flipping his legs over to continue his self-pleasure
before ejaculating in the air.

Dick watched several more of these videos fascinated. In all
of his masturbation, it never occurred to him to use anything other than his
hand. He had imagined getting a blowjob, but never doing it himself.

Shucking his clothing, his pants had been at his ankles
ready to pull back on in case Alfred walked in, Dick noted that Bruce was now
on the other side of Gotham and not likely home for at least hour. He stretched
out first, doing his usual yoga routine, which he generally did in the nude.
Feeling limber, Dick thought that as a world-class gymnast he should be ideal
for this. While Dick was short and young, his cock was way ahead of him,
already reaching over 6”. He knew it was likely to get bigger over time and
that excited him.

Simply leaning forward, Dick was still several inches away
from contact. He repositioned, lifting up his left leg and grabbing underneath
his limb, his dick came right up to his lips. “No going back,” he thought as he
stretched forward and parted his lips.

The sensation was overwhelming. The precum was salty but not
unpleasant. The head of his dick was soft and smooth. But the rush of sensation
was shocking. It felt much more intense than his hand and he had to stop several
times to get used to the feelings as his tongue touched the head of his dick.

Dick was a quick learner. He had seen enough blowjobs online
to know how they worked and soon was working himself over. He shuddered and
wanted to shout out as he took in more and more of his penis. Being
extraordinarily limber, Dick’s first foray into auto-fellatio soon became a
deep-throat lesson as well. He had the full shaft buried in his mouth,
his nose just about
touching his balls
. The videos online weren’t always
clear on what to do with the dick in your mouth, so some tongue and friction
were all he offered. That was enough.

The first wave of cum didn’t surprise him, but it did
startle him in its intensity. The waves of ejaculant that flooded his mouth
were the biggest he ever remembered. He accidentally lost hold of his cock with
his mouth and ended up shooting all over his face, hair, chest, and then the
room. He was breathing heavy and feeling amazing. That was the best orgasm of
his life. He felt the cum drip off his nose, past his chin, and onto his
hairless chest.

<Ahem> The soft, polite voice disrupted the post-orgasmic
bliss. Alfred Pennyworth was standing in his bathrobe and pajamas at the bottom
of the secret stairs connecting the BatCave and Wayne Manor.

“Master Dick,” he began as if the young ward was checking
baseball scores, “I have been summoned by Master Bruce who was slightly injured
in an altercation with some ruffians. He is at this moment headed back to the
Cave. Might I suggest that you retire your bedroom where you might prepare
yourself for bed. I don’t believe the Master will appreciate seeing you
so…active…many hours after you were supposed to retire, Master…Dick.”

Dick sat there stunned. The wave of sexual energy had
drained at Alfred’s first words, but now the mind was racing to problem solve.
How long had Alfred been there? Longer than he needed to, Dick thought once
again proving that he was a dirty old man wanting to stare at Dick’s young
body.

Alfred quickly continued: “I will take care of straightening
up the computer area if you would be so kind as to return upstairs
immediately.”

Wordlessly, Dick left everything as it was – the computers
were on with a muted gay porn movie playing, his clothes in a pile tossed on
the floor, cum splashed everywhere. Dick quietly walked up the stairs, sure
that the British servant was staring at his tight ass as he went.

Up in his room, Dick saw the digital clock turn to 3:21 a.m. as
he headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. From his room, he couldn’t
hear the Batmobile approach, so he locked his door and crawled into bed.

What would Alfred say? Surely he’d keep his secret from
Bruce. He didn’t care. Bruce couldn’t punish him for masturbation, only for
breaking curfew and using the batcomputers for personal stuff. Fuck it. He
listened to Bruce on every single rule and was tired of it. In fact, he was
going to find someone at school to, at the least, blow him. He would be a
superhero, but not a monk. And he didn’t care whether it was a girl or a boy.
He’d find someone.

Shifting uncomfortably in bed, his dick was hard again at
the thought of the week’s possibilities. In many of the selfsuck videos, the
person was lying on his back. Flipping his legs up towards his headed, Dick
licked his lips as he saw his now hard cock dangle inches from his mouth. He
opened his mouth and hungrily devoured…

Next: Robin On Patrol

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